night herons
rasping —
wetland chill


Okavango delta —
dawn climbs slowly
from rhino to rhino


a cool breeze
skims the tassel grass —
some things you never say


newborn —
for each lift of breath


the dark harbor
rimmed in rubble stone
cracks with light


a lion’s roar
wraps the veldt
in stillness

curtains flutter
in the open window
- frangipani